Two years ago today, I was asleep on the floor of my sister’s Georgetown apartment. I was visiting our capital, something I’ve always wanted to do. Monuments to freedom and our founding fathers, the Smithsonian, that sort of thing. Having ignored the phone that kept ringing, my sister finally answered it, jabbered something at me and there on CNN it was. Later I wandered down to Key Bridge to snap some photos of the smoke rising from the Pentagon.

Being far from home and friends added a layer of incredulity to the day. I would have given anything to be home and at the same time, I’m glad I was there. It gave me a completely different perspective than I would have had from 2500 miles away. And I was shocked by my friends when I did get home, they just didn’t understand because they weren’t there. I can’t really fathom what people that live there and in New York went through. So, since we can’t kill the bastards that did this, let’s make sure it never happens again.